Chapter 74 The Forbidden Mark

• The mark wouldn’t leave my mind. Even after I scrubbed it off my window, its sharp lines and curves remained burnt into my memory. A crescent fused with twisted strokes—deliberate, purposeful. Someone had been inside my chambers, someone who wanted me to see it.
• I couldn’t sleep. My feet carried me down the dim halls to Ronan’s study. A faint glow seeped through the crack beneath his door. He was still awake. Of course he was.